My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away. Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day. Count your blessings. Cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late. Count your blessings on one hand.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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2102 | 2021-09-19 16:14:45 | 98.46 | 97% |
2009 | 2021-04-13 12:57:47 | 91.26 | 96% |